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Frantic Yandere! Phainon and Promiscuous! reader...

You sleep around just for the fun of it, maybe for a favour or two if it benefits you and Phainon was just one of those hookups. But then he gets attached, and absolutely hates the fact that others get to see you be vulnerable too. Practically falling over himself to please you or win your favour, always following up his gestures with questions like "You like it, right? It's your favourite so of course you like it, right? right???" Or "No wait—! Spend the evening with me, I'll make it better than that guy ever could, I swear!!"

You don't particularly care when your flings try to text you back or actually pursue something with you, but Phainon sure is...a case. You had to get a whole separate phone for just his messages because he sends so many.

But he's cute and knows how to fuck, so you'll entertain his antics.

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Creepy Big bro Phainon One shot

You're getting ready to go to the movies, but Phainon really doesn't want you to go

Big bro! Phainon x Fem! Reader

¡TW/CW: Incest/Stepcest, Possessive behavior, General yandere behaviour, Use of endearment terms (baby sis, big bro), Reader is a bit dense, I think that's it!

"I'm just saying, there's been reports of young adult girls going missing in this area. And they all happened around this specific time! Are you sure you want to go alone? You know I don't mind coming along— anything for you, baby sis!" Technically those reports were from over a few months ago but still!

Your brother has been like this since the moment you mentioned that you were going to the movies with some friends this evening. Now you're wondering if you should've told him at all.

In Phainon's case, he hardly believed his ears when you sprung that upon him. You? His sweet little shut-in sister? Going out? And worse yet, on your own too! You insisted that you'd be fine since you're going with a group, but that didn't make a difference to him. Those wusses couldn't protect you if something went wrong— if anything they'd probably leave you in harm's way just to save their own skin!

Utterly unacceptable.

So lately Phainon's been doing his best to try and convince you to not go out, even as you're in the middle of getting ready. You've already changed into some decent clothes, nothing too fancy, and are now leaning over the vanity to apply some light makeup. Meanwhile, your brother sits on the edge of your bed, leg bouncing anxiously as he mentally searches for another tactic to try.

"I've already told you, Phainon. I'll be fine! It's just the movies. And I'll be back before you know it," You finally reply, reaching for some blush to dust on your cheeks very lightly. Phainon bristles at the use of his actual name, 'big bro' sounded much more natural coming off your tongue in his opinion. Though he's not ready to back down just yet,"But why go through all this effort to see something on the big screen that you could just watch right at home, here. On a comfy couch, in our cozy home, with all your snacks... and me! Your big bro!"

He punctuates statement by walking up behind you and suddenly pulling back against his chest. Arms wrapping around your torso a little too tightly as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of the expensive perfume you adorned,"Besides," he mumbles,"I can cook you a meal that tastes ten times better than the entirety of that overpriced fare they sell..." The whole gesture prompts a yelp from from you as you stumble back slightly, colliding with the wall of his front. Instinctively you try to pull away, wriggling in his grasp, "Phainon—! How many times do I have to tell you— you're going to make me late for the movie!!"

Good. He thinks. Let the time pass, then you'll have no choice but to stay.

Outwardly, he simply laughs like your punctuality is a joke to him,"Haha! Oh, classic [Name]. Always so worried about the trivial things~" He gives the top of your head a fond ruffle, making you squawk in anger as the carefully styled locks fall out of place. To any outsider, it could just be written off as him being the typical annoying older brother. But Phainon knows better— it was a purposeful gesture meant to delay your departure even further. Sure, it may result in a bit of backlash from you, but it's a small price to pay for the reward of you inevitably being stuck with him.

You're practically in a crisis. You were supposed to leave the apartment thirty minutes ago but you haven't even finished the makeup and you have to redo your hair! You have to make a good impression on your friends after all, so they'll want to keep hanging out with you. For the first time you're actually making acquaintances in your life and you really don't want to mess it up.

Unfortunately, while you may not be messing up, a certain someone is definitely trying to make you do so. Phainon feels a bit frustrated at the fact you're being so stubborn about this. What happened to the sister who preferred being indoors, curled up on the couch next to him as they browsed TV channels together? You're being way too insistent about this whole socialization thing for his liking.

For the next ten minutes, Phainon leaves the room. Which gives you the opportunity to finally fix yourself up as you grab your bag and hurry to the front door. You can still make it if you run...! Only for your hopes to be dashed as you turn the handle and the door...doesn't budge. Frantically, you twist and shove and pull but to no avail. The door is practically cemented to the frame. Ugh! Why now?? Of all times the door could get stuck? Why does it even do that???

You can feel your phone vibrating with notifications, likely your friends asking your whereabouts since the movie is supposed to start in a mere twenty minutes. Desperately, you burst into Phainon's room, already looking somewhat manic,"Phainon! The door's stuck and I'm already so late! Come and help me get it open, please!!" Your brother is already rising from the bed, following behind you as you rush back to the door.

He stifles a smile, you look so cute when you're frantic. Upon reaching the threshold, he makes a show out of trying to get the door open. Leaning his full body weight against it, shoving, even kicking while you watch on with increasing anxiety. Phainon solemnly shakes his head, shrugging,"Sorry, lil sis. The door just won't move... You know what we usually do when this happens— wait it out." He plays up the melancholy, acting as if you being stuck within the apartment is such a tragedy.

"You can't...? But what about- can't we call someone??" You try one last resort, but the hope is already dying in your eyes. Even if you did get someone to come up, by then the movie would have already started and tickets wouldn't be available. The idea of all your friends sitting down side by side, sharing popcorn and drinks while enjoying the film, all without you causes tears to prick your eyes. You're already do overwhelmed, your whole body starts to tremble.

Phainon, who'd been holding back a grin of triumph this entire time, immediately softens at the sight of your distraught expression. He didn't like seeing you cry, definitely not when it was over randoms who hardly cared for your presence the way he did. He stepped forward, cupping your face in his large palms as he swipes at the stray tear trickling down your cheek.

His expression melts into one of comfort and sympathy,"Hey, hey... Don't cry, baby sis. It's not the end of the world. There'll always be...other times for you to go out. Here, why don't you go wash up and change into some comfier clothes while I cook you up some dinner, hm? I'll make your favourite~ And I'll put on the movie for the both of us to watch together! It's already on stream, you know," Phainon offers that signature smile of his, the one that practically lights up the room like the sun.

Admittedly, his offer does sound tempting after the hassle of the evening, even it was mostly at his hand. But right now you're too mopey to care,"O- Okay, big bro..." You murmur dejectedly, slowly pulling away from his touch and trudging away to the bathroom.

Phainon watches you go, his soft smile widening and widening until he's quietly chuckling to himself giddily. As he goes into the kitchen to begin meal prep, he can't help but think about how perfect it all went. The truth is, when he left your room, it wasn't because he'd finally given up on trying to make you leave. It was quite the opposite, actually.

A long time ago, he had gotten this specific lock installed on the apartment's front door that allowed it to be locked from the inside. The mechanism discreetly hidden yet complex enough so that you wouldn't be able to figure out without a lot of prying. He saves this particular 'method' as a last resort for when you're being particularly stubborn, like today, often passing it off as the door mysteriously getting 'stuck'.

When you had questioned it, he even had the original door removed just to lay your concerns to rest. Only to reinstall the lock, which further solidified the belief that it was perhaps just faulty construction or something— you never really, fully thought through these kinds of things. A trait Phainon is forever grateful for, since it allows him to enact such schemes.

The scent of food cooking fills the apartment as Phainon quietly hums to himself, already having moved on from the whole 'door' thing. Now focused on the quality time he's about to spend with his favourite person. While the food cooks, his gaze drifts over to your purse that you left on the counter. Without thinking much, he reaches inside and pulls out your phone and unlocks it easily.

Opening your messages, he's met with a flurry of texts from your 'friends' about how the movie's started and they already got their food, but they'll keep an eye out for when you do make it. Phainon tsks under his breath, they're already comfortably seated in the theater, eating and getting entertained yet they have the audacity to say that they're 'looking out' for you? He decides to save you the trouble of replying by sending a text himself.

'Sorry guys, can't make it tonight. Maybe another time.'

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Creepy habits Yandere big bro! Phainon has

Yandere Big Bro! Phainon x Fem! Reader

¡TW/CW: Slight NSFW (nothing explicit), Incest/Stepcest, Mentions of masturbation, panty stealing, stealing of belongings, General yandere behavior, Phainon being wayy too into his lil sibling!

Panty stealer. He likes to steal your underwear whenever you're out of the residence. In the action of rummaging through your drawers, Phainon always tries to justify his actions to himself. Saying it's just to make sure you're not in need of new clothing, or perhaps hiding anything he should know about underneath the fabrics. But the excuses are all negated when he picks out his favourite pair and practically scurries back to his room to take care of his now-throbbing boner with it.

Phainon does steal other things of yours, like hair ties with strands of your hair still coiled in them, a random press on nail he found on the dresser, heck even the store tag cut from your newest wardrobe item that you forgot to throw away. They're all small things so that you wouldn't get suspicious, but in the event that you do notice, Phainon is right there as the equally confused big brother. Even going as far as to help you 'look' all while knowing said item is sitting safely in the locked up box beneath his bed. (The panties are his favourite though he's in severe denial about it)

Phainon likes to keep tabs on you, at all times. He's sewn tiny trackers in items you tend to carry around— your favourite purse, backpack, wallet even and hell, even a pair of earrings he gifted you under the guise of just doing something sweet for his lil sib. No matter what you're doing, as long as you have one of those things with you, he can monitor your location. Granted, there is the risk of you simply losing some of them or just setting them down and going your own way. Which is why Phainon prefers the earrings and tried to drop subtle hints that you should never take them off when he gave them to you. For, you know, sentimental purposes.

And that's not the only way your big brother keeps tabs on you. Phainon has your routines down to a T, all neatly written and organized in a notebook he bought specifically for that purpose. The pages talk about your habits, such as the time you tend to wake up, when you actually get out of bed, how long it takes you to get ready depending on the occasion, whether you have a tendency to stay up late or sleep in during certain periods, how often you eat and what you usually have to satisfy what cravings... It's all scarily detailed, as if he's been observing you since the day you were born.

It's no secret that Phainon loves spending time with you. What big brother wouldn't want to, especially with a sibling as sweet as you? But what is somewhat of a secret is the fact he doesn't like you hanging out with other people. To him, they're not as worthy of your time or energy. Why not just stay at home? He'll cook for you, put on your favorite movies/shows, you can even sit on his lap while he feeds you himself! Usual sibling bonding activities.

Phainon also has a bit of an oral fixation— okay, a big oral fixation. He often finds himself staring at your mouth during conversations, watching the way your lips move when you speak or part slightly to exhale, the way your tongue occasionally sweeps over to moisten them. He usually has to look away fast before his wandering thoughts cause an untimely 'issue'. Your big brother tries to gently nudge you to take care of them, gifting you all kinds of balms and lip glosses and always reminding you to use them so that those pretty lips wouldn't dry out.

Still concerning oral fixation, Phainon is always finding excuses to prod inside your mouth under the excuse of 'checking your dental hygiene'. You barely a chance to protest before he's prying your jaws apart, sticking his thumbs in to feel every inch of it. Running the calloused pad of his finger over the ridges of your teeth, uneven or not, occasionally pressing down on your tongue, his thoughts getting progressively dirtier as he imagines painting the pink-red insides with a different colour... And then pulling away before you can notice the flush on his cheeks.

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I had absolutely no faith in the fate collab pt 2 leaks but I guess I was wrong

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Remember when I wanted to talk about big bro phainon... Ending was kinda rushed but ehhh

Yandere! Big brother! Phainon x Fem! Reader

¡CW/TW!: Slight NSFW (descriptions of masturbation), Incest/Stepcest (can be interpreted either way but the former is more heavily implied), Yandere themes, Obsession, Possessive thoughts (on Phainon's end), Reader is introverted and passive asf, Stealing of belongings, general yandere behavior!

Thinking about Phainon who's your big brother, the two of you growing up together under the same room. He's clearly the more extroverted one between you both, the first to speak his mind— he's *always* quick to speak his mind, especially when it comes to you, his little sibling.

He always doted on you, making sure you were happy or satisfied and never ever making the mistake of allowing you to feel left out of any activity. Your brother shared everything with you; his snacks, clothes even (he'd never admit how much he liked to see you in his shirts), general belongings and all in all seemed like a third parent almost. He'd never pressure you to be social, content with doing most of the talking and being the center of attention and admittedly you were pretty content with that dynamic as well. Phainon liked things the way they were.

But you always figured that it was just in his nature to gravitate toward the spotlight. Phainon was an outgoing guy, seemed to get along with literally everyone and people liked him a lot. Needless to say he was a prominent figure, popular with guys and ladies alike and not to mention very active in extra curriculars and academic-hosted events. He even goes to the gym on a regular, which explains his flawless physique.

Between the two of you, Phainon was always the one putting himself out there while you...kind of just stayed under the radar. You had your own life, yes, but it wasn't as busy as your brother's. You stuck with limiting your contact with people and maintaining a small social circle, probably only did one or two clubs on the side and preferred to spectate rather than fully engage in most events that came your way.

Yet you always seemed to follow in Phainon's footsteps in a way. Whatever he did, you did after more or less. Things like hand me downs weren't uncommon, you were sent to the same schools and when the time came for college, you naturally expected to be sent to the same institution Phainon attended. And your parents did exactly that. They even coaxed you to room with him in the rented out apartment he was staying at that was conveniently located near campus.

When Phainon heard you were going to live with him, he was incredibly ecstatic. Fussing over you from the moment you arrived, wanting to ensure that you were as comfortable as possible. It's the least he can do for his lil sib! You couldn't help but notice that he tended to check up on you a lot, even when weeks passed and you had clearly settled.

Since you both had different majors, you both didn't see each other very often during class hours but Phainon would always seek you out whenever they were over. Bringing you snacks and even lunch money even if you didn't necessarily need it. It was sweet, but perhaps a little embarrassing on your end for your brother to be continuously treating you as if you were still a child.

You had tried to gently bring it up to him, saying that he didn't need to feel like it was his responsibility to care for you the way he did. But Phainon simply walked over to you, placed his hands on your shoulders and smiled.

It's not that. I want to do this. Taking care of you makes me happy!

You weren't really expecting a response like that, but still attempted to get your point across, But you don't need to do that. I'm an adult! My friends tease me and say you dote on me like a baby! I- I can do things on my own! The admission was blurted out, flustered as you tried to declare your independence.

Something dark had flickered across Phainon's face but it was gone just as quickly as he laughed cheerfully, But you are my baby sis! They're not exactly wrong... He ruffled your hair, but that only frustrated you. It felt like he was being intentionally dense, which is pretty unlike him. But the moment you opened your mouth he cut you off, changing the subject with a tone that indicated finality.

Still, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt— maybe it's just his older brother instincts talking? Though you couldn't help but feel like you didn't really have much privacy. Phainon would barge into whatever room you were in, uncaring of whether you were changing or showering and any protests were met with the 'I'm your big bro, not like I haven't seen you before!' argument.

Often times you'd find him going through your phone, specifically your messages and chats with other guys aside from him and your father. The questions are immediate, 'Who is he?' 'How do you know him?' 'What's he like?' 'Why do you have his number?'

'Do you like him??'

Regardless of your answer, he's always insistent about deleting their numbers. And even takes it upon himself to do so even without your knowledge.

You couldn't deny that it was a bit frustrating sometimes, to have him making these decisions as if you didn't have your own autonomy. Why is it so important that you need to limit your contact with other men? But again, as to avoid conflict you simply let it slide under the assumption that he's simply trying to be a proper older brother. One who protects his little sister from the clutches of those who don't have her best interests at heart. (unlike him)

Though it gets to a point where 'protective' becomes more 'overbearing' than anything.

He's so present in your life. Like, to a rather abnormal degree. You can hardly exist without Phainon in your space. Even when you both are home alone, he finds some excuse to be in the same room as you. Or if he's busy with an assignment or something of the like, he coaxed you into hanging out in his bedroom with him for moral support.

At one point you wonder if this is normal, if all older brothers stuck around their younger sisters like this. Perhaps you're the crazy one for questioning his behavior? After all, considering Phainon's personality, it doesn't really seem all that out of character. So once again you just brush it off and shift your attention elsewhere.

...

Phainon couldn't be happier with the state of things.

With you living with him, going to classes with him, he's basically able to surveillance your life 24/7. He couldn't imagine not being able to keep an eye on his precious baby sister to make sure she's not wandering into dangerous situations.

Ever since the two of you were little, he was aware of your introverted nature and tendency to avoid people. While he himself was quite the opposite, he found that he really, really liked that about you. After all, it's easy to be the only worthwhile person in your life when there's little to no competition.

He didn't need to worry about warding off unwanted company, since you pretty much did all the work of keeping strangers away for him. However, in your college days Phainon has come to realize that you're actually trying to break out of that shell he's been carefully enforcing all these years. He sees the attempts you make to get out a bit more, to try and socialize and it makes him grit his teeth internally even as he appears outwardly supportive of your decisions.

He doesn't understand at first— why are you doing this? Why do you want to have other people in your life? Was he not enough? Is he not a good enough big bro? Or maybe it's external factors, like social media and the general encouragement to make connections. It makes Phainon seethe. In his eyes, the only connection that matters is the one between you and him, a bond that he'll never allow to break or be interfered with.

And the minute you brought up the fact your friends 'tease' you because he simply treats you like a proper big bro should, he realizes that the outside world is already poisoning your mind to make you think that you shouldn't need him as much as he wants you to. The idea of his younger sister relying on him forever is so perfect, Phainon couldn't imagine it any other way. But apparently that's not how other people view it, perhaps because this way of thinking is not really the mindset a typical sibling should have toward their kin.

Phainon doesn't care though, he's already holding a vendetta against your friends, even if he hides it incredibly well. He makes every attempt to dissuade you from spending time with them and instead put it towards more 'sibling bonding' with him.

You see, [name]? See how much fun we're having? Isn't it just so much better this way?

He doesn't outrightly make the comparison but it's there. And on the days where you're particularly stubborn, he relents and let's you go. You might feel victorious, thinking you're winning your independence, yet completely unaware of the tracker he's sewn into the bag that you're using. Even if he's not physically around you, your big bro will always know where you are. For safety purposes, of course!

Whilst you're gone, he also uses that time to be productive too, by looking through your room. Phainon would search through your things under the pretense that he's just making sure you're not hiding things like cigarettes or alcohol and then pocketing a stray hair tie or some other trinket. Something small, so you wouldn't notice. Then he reaches your dresser and pulls open the first drawer.

And is met with the sight of all your undergarments. Phainon's face turns pink, but he doesn't close it right away. His hand tentatively presses into the see of soft fabrics, eyeing their cutesy and simple designs. Then, as if out of instinct, he just grabs one and shoves it into his shorts' pocket before quickly closing the drawer and exiting your room entirely.

He has a habit of doing this, it's not new. And Phainon's internal justification for taking your stuff is something the lines of *just a little something to keep her close*. Though it doesn't really feel like that when he's got the same pair of panties wrapped around his bare shaft as he pleasures himself in the dead of night while you're asleep and none the wiser.

Phainon isn't dense, he knows this is weird. That the way he feels about you is not how any big bro should feel toward his baby sis. He's known it for a long time but chooses to ignore it in favour of believing that he's the only one who's good enough for you and that his worthiness automatically justifies his obsession.

He likes people. He likes being around them. But when it comes to you, he abhors the fact that he's forced to share you with the world. Phainon fantasizes about simply locking you away from it. Perhaps in some isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere where only he and you can exist together in peace. He'd take care of you, better than your parents did, better than anyone could.

Because he's your big brother. Your dear big bro.

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Lohen isn't standard we lost so hard 💔🥀🥀

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Got a vision of Mean bunny hybrid! Lohen

¡CW/TW: NSFW, mentions of breeding, reader is implied to be human, brief mention of collaring/leasing, petplay,

Lohen sure is mean for what you'd expect of a bunny hybrid, he doesn't really suit the species at all. Don't even think for a second that you could get under his skin with the assumption that bunnies are soft, meek creatures. Absolutely not, he is the one in control here. Oh, and he loooves to show it.

If you ever tried to pet his ears or tail, he wouldn't stop you. He'd actually encourage it, playing up his enjoyment to egg you on. And then, when he's panting and flushed, he practically tackles you to the ground, roughly yanking your legs apart while clawing at your bottoms. If you tried to protest he'd simply smile, already nudging the head of his hardened cock against your entrance. This is all your fault, you know. You should've known better than to voluntarily pet his most sensitive places like that. Now he's just showing you the consequences of your actions, so shut up and spread your legs more.

You're the one getting called 'bunny' in this dynamic. The irony isn't lost on him, it makes it much more amusing actually. Whether it's in the bedroom or out, he casually calls you bunny like he isn't the one with ears and a tail. Try to call him out on it and he's quick to pin you to the wall, leaning in way too close as he taunts you. You really wanna see how 'bunny' I can be? Too late to back out now, his knee's already pushing your thighs apart.

Bunny Hybrid! Lohen's stamina is no laughing matter either. Once he holds you down with the intent of fucking you, he's going to absolutely breed the ever-loving fuck out of your poor cunt. The idea of pumping you full of his seed, watching your tummy swell with his offspring is enough to make him feel like he's going into an early heat, the possessive part of him itching to bring such fantasies to fruition regardless of your input.

He absolutely gets off on his own twisted version of pet play too. Equipping you with fake bunny ears and a tail, he delights in collaring you up with a leash. Tugging on the opposite end of it while cooing about how 'realistic' the features look on you. All while his own ears give a pleased twitch at the sight of you kneeling before him, all submissive and obedient like a real bunny should be— the epitome of ironic.

For a bunny hybrid, one could expect them to be polite, even timid and sweet. But not Lohen, not at all. You're stuck with a bunny boy who pulls your hair for fun, grabs the shell of your ear to twist painfully, purposely trips you up and so on. He gets quite the joy out of seeing you in pain, if it wasn't obvious enough. It makes him want to hurt you more, to see the tears well up in your eyes all because of him. Definitely not typical bunny behavior.

As if he wasn't clingy enough one the regular, as a bunny hybrid he's incredibly insufferable. Glued to you like a barnacle and even willing to forgo his duties in favour of spending more time with you. Nevermind how he's trying to get into your pants half the time as well. Your protests always seeming to fall on deaf ears as he proceeds to take you anytime, anywhere once it's remote enough.

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...Thinking about guys with sharp canines/teeth

CW for biting and marking ofc, Slight cannibalistic metaphors(?), NSFW, mentions of tit sucking, ehh that's it I believe!

He's always had some pretty impressive pearly whites, edges slanted and slightly curved. And deniably sharp. Natural or not, you find yourself quite enamored with them. The pointy tips practically glinting everytime he even so much as opens his mouth. And it catches your eye everytime.

Whenever he talks your gaze begins to wander from his own, down to where those slightly crescented canines peek out from the corners of his lips as he speaks. Some might find him smiling with teeth intimidating because of that, but to you it only serves to heighten your arousal whenever you think about it.

He's not totally oblivious to it either— your ogling isn't very subtle, you know.

He knows how much you love to be bitten by him and he's more than happy to mark you up. Everytime the two of you have any sort of intimacy, you're garunteed to walk away with a at least a couple of indented rings around your neck and collar bone.

In the case of sex specifically, he doesn't hold back, sinking his teeth into your skin and gnawing at the fold of flesh in his mouth until a coloured bruise forms, outlined by the same reddened imprints from the actual teeth. You find yourself moaning, tilting your head back to give him more access as he marks you up like an animal branding its mate.

The sensation of his sharpened fangs pricking you anywhere on your body is always exhilarating, he could probably tear you apart with them if he really wanted to. And you're not sure if you'd stop him even then. The way they threaten to break the skin, even succeeding at times when he gets a little too carried away only makes your clit throb. Even more so whenever his tongue slides out to soothe the bites, laving over the wound and whatever blood may have beaded up, leaving a sheen of slimy saliva on the skin as he basically tastes you.

Your neck isn't the only place he'd bite. Arguably, his favourite place to mark you would be your inner thighs. As if being between your legs wasn't already heaven enough, he could get practically drunk off idly nibbling the flesh of either meaty limb alone. Incisors catching onto the sensitive area as he playfully tugs, grinning lopsidedly up at you when you squeak out of slight pain and embarrassment. The skin near your most intimate places is just so much softer and malleable, it's easier to bite and mark. He feels like he's chewing a marshmallow.

Whenever he's sucking your tits, he might playfully graze his teeth over your nipple, delighting in the way you tug on his hair and whine. Plus, they're not spared from hickies either. Though he'd go out of his way to mark them all over, his preferred method is to bite gently around the circumference of each of your areola, leaving a neat ring of teeth indentations around it. You'd then whine and say it hurts, so he go back to suckling your hardened bud as an 'apology' but he knows you liked it anyway.

If he's feeling particularly cheeky that day, he might play around with you. Merely dragging barely the tip of one tooth over your skin, eyeing the goosebumps that follow in its wake as he teases you with the mere idea of getting bitten. He'd keep doing it until you get frustrated and impatient, and then hold you down and drive his teeth into you like he wants to eat you alive.

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Wolf hybrid ashveil and wolf hybrid reader n to him you're literally just a puppy in comparison to himself

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Could we have more on ashveil spanking us pls🫣

Done! You can find it here ˃͈◡˂͈

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Yandere! Ashveil x Fem! Reader

He spanks you with his cane for running away and then fingers you as an apology🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ don't take this too seriously guys...

¡TW/CW: NSFW, Spanking (with his cane), Implied dacryphillia, Fingering, Yandere themes, Reader is nawt fw Ashveil, I think that's it!

You shouldn't have. You knew you shouldn't have run. What were you thinking? That you'd actually get away? The idea is laughable and yet, freedom seemed so real for a minute. That is, until he found you, like he always said he would. This isn't the first time you pulled a stunt like this, it was honestly tiring. His body isn't as young as it used to be, it's quite the hassle having to run after you all the time like this, you know. Which is why some punishment was in order.

Thwack. The sound of the cane making contact with bare flesh was almost lost in the cacophony of sobs wracking your body. It might not have had the same coverage as say, a paddle, but every stroke was enough to make your pain receptors scream. "A- Ashveil, please! Stop!! It hurts— please, I'm sorry—!!" You plead, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks as you claw at the material of his pantleg where your upper body is pressed his pressed against.

Ashveil's lips curl inward as he hears your piercing cries, a telltale sign of guilt but he makes no move to stop. Rather, the hand on the back of your shirt tightens as he keeps you pinned to his lap, his other leg propped up slightly on a nearby crate to elevate your naked rear enough for the cane to spank you with ease,"I know, I know you're sorry. But this is for your own good, [Name].." He says almost regretfully, but there's nothing remorseful about the way he's caning you over his knee right now,"I can't have you running off on your own. What if you get in trouble? And I'm not around to save you? I can't let you get hurt out there." The last part holds a trace of conviction, which is rather ironic considering what he's doing to you right now.

"Liar! Y- You're hurting me now!" You counter between hiccuped sobs, and that's when you feel Ashveil's hand suddenly kneading the reddened skin of your ass. "I said 'out there'. And this..." He squeezes one cheek, making you whimper,"... Is for your own good. Even if you don't see it now." You'd argue more, if the touch to your sensitive flesh wasn't such a discomfort. You squirm, but it's useless considering the position he has you in,"L-Let me go! You're not making it any better!!"

To your surprise, Ashveil does stop but the relief is fleeting when you feel the cruelly familiar swat of his cane again. It prompts you to start sobbing again, your wails practically arrows through his heart. He really does feel bad about this, Ashveil doesn't want to hurt you but you need to learn. Consequences exist and everyone has a limit to their patience, he is no exception. Though at the same time, he doesn't entirely dislike the sight of you crying at his mercy. He feels the fabric over his crotch tightening in a way that makes his face flush, the grip on his cane becoming more constricted. Ashveil shouldn't be enjoying your agony, but it'd be untruthful to say otherwise. Another firm thwack. Another pained mewl falls from your lips. He resists the urge to groan, pressing down just a little harder on your back as he fights for composure.

Just when you think you might pass out from how much it hurts, you hear the thud of him putting cane down. You sniffle, not even daring to ask if he's done now, but then you feel his hand back on the curve of your ass. You stiffen, even more so when you feel it drift down. Down, down till his gloved fingers are gliding over the folds of your sex. This makes you tense up immediately, craning your neck back to try and face him as you ask frantically,"Ashveil—! What are you doing??" He hesitates, as if unsure of the answer himself, his own body feeling a bit warmer.

The hand over your pussy halts momentarily before moving with more confidence. Middle and ring fingers slipping further to rub gentle circles over your entrance,"J-Just... Let it happen..." You're quick to push back, not about to cave just like that,"What?? No..! Don't touch me!!" Your struggles are back in full drive as you try to fight your way out, making him grit his teeth as he abruptly pushes the two fingers past your hole. Plunging them so deep you let out a choked mix between a moan and gasp, your thighs tensing.

"Come on, relax... Let me make this good for you..." Ashveil practically pleads despite not really giving you a choice in the matter as he begins to pump the digits in and out of you at a gentle, even pace, their length allowing them to easily press into your g-spot over and over. As upset as you want to be, it's truly difficult to resist the sensation— damn him for being so skilled with his hands. Every thrust just seems to melt the feelings of anger, giving way to those of pleasure as your hips instinctively buck back against his hand to grind yourself against the material of his glove.

"A-Ahh, Ash- Ashveil..." His name, once spat with so much contempt, now leaves your tongue in a breathless moan as your features contort. Your writhing has long since ceased as you chase your high and Ashveil is more than willing to give it to you. With how sensitive your lower half was from the earlier spanking, it's not too long before you're tipping over the edge. Your voice pitching just a little higher as your pussy clenches around his fingers, almost milking them as your release coats your inner thighs and his hand.

Feeling pleased with himself, Ashveil withdraws his hand from your intimate area, unbothered by the mess as he turns you over in his lap. Picking your limp from up bridal style, he gets up and heads toward the bathroom,"There we go... Now let's get you cleaned up, hm?" He says it so casually, almost teasing like he didn't just whack with you with his cane mere minutes ago.

He hopes you learned your lesson.

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Kinda thinking of pt 2 with lohen cuteness aggression cuz I kinda have more ideas for it..

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I saw your big bro Phainon post. Are familial/platonic yandere requests allowed?

Uhmm I would say they aren't allowed since this blog is mostly NSFW focused so whenever I talk about a character x reader pairing it tends to be inherently romantic

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After your cuteness aggression Lohen, I wonder how he'd handle it if reader started to flinch away or Archons forbid, started crying or outright snaps "you're hurting me!" or "Go away! You're scaring me!"

Would he feel remorse? Or does it egg him on more?

Hmmm I think that Lohen would actually be thrilled if you tried to be more assertive whenever he gets cuteness aggression around you.

CW/TW for mentions of violence against the reader

If he saw you flinch whenever he so much as moved in your direction, he'd start smiling and wouldn't hesitate to point it out. 'Feeling on edge?' And if you tried to brush it off or change the subject he'd hear none of it and proceed to give your hair an abrupt yank while saying that it's okay to admit if you're frightened, he likes the way you flinch. It makes you seem like a scared animal and he finds that more adorable than anything— it makes him want to hold you down and squeeze you so hard you suffocate.

And when it does inevitably reach to the point where you just can't bear his cruel parodies of 'affection' anymore, he gets the utmost joy out of it. 'Stop it, Lohen! You're hurting me! It hurts so much!!' You cry, tears building as you forcefully pull yourself out of his grip as he went to roughly knead the flesh of cheeks again, cradling them as the ache already sets in. Lohen simply smiles the kind of grin only a maniac could sport, an expression that says he's enjoying every second of your misery as he grabs your arm to pull you closer once more.

'You know, I don't think you've ever looked more adorable.. It makes me want to drive my blade into you...' The way he breathes shallowly, hands trembling with restraint as he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him through a teary gaze, he swears he's never seen a prettier sight. As much as he wants to give into the urge to stab, what fun would a dead you be? He wouldn't get to experience the joy of having you fight against him like this.

With a wistful sigh he'd suddenly let you go, causing you to stumble back after struggling in his grip. Lohen would watch you with pure sadistic satisfaction. 'You're fun when you fight back, don't stop. I'll be looking forward to it during our encounters from here on' he'd say, voice trailing off into a giddy giggle as he imagines the way you'd push back against him, punching, kicking, maybe even biting to try and get him to stop.

There's never any remorse or apologies, this is what Lohen wants from you. And he can't bring himself to feel bad when you just look so good with some fight in you. But at the very least, he won't kill you. Though that doesn't mean he doesn't think about sinking his dagger into your skin every now and then...